Drawing his pistols along with the other hunters drawing their weapons, they formed a circle around the four titans since they couldn't fight demons, they needed protection.

Waiting, listening, the demons were still on the outside. Hearing a crackling, small bolts of black lighting formed around us. Low laughter came from several spots as the heads of demons appeared through wall. Walking through the wall, Jake figured their power must've been at least a class 20.

"That's new," laughed Jake.

The demons rushed them. Jake's guns dropped a couple demons easy. They moved faster and took more to drop causing Jake to run out of ammo by the time the demons reached them. Dropping his guns he punched a demon that reached him first. Fighting hard, not taking a single step back. Being in a tight circle didn't give Jake any freedom to move. No more tricks because of the sheer number.

He managed to get glances of the others. The hunters were holding their own again the sheer numbers of demons proved too many allowing some to jump over the slower hunters and going straight for the Titans. no hitting back, they being hard target. This needed to end this fast.

Switching to offense, Jake's fists flew fast and hard. The other hunters switched to the tactic. Slowly they pushed back the demons.

Snapping a demon's neck as two more jumped onto his back, forcing him to crouch allowing more to piled all top of him. he tried pushing back, however fatigue started to set in.

In his ear, "We have the key. She still refuses to believe you won't return to her, so we are here to take your life," whispered a demon.

Something clicked. Raven being the key was known. It was she had cared for Jake as much as Jake cared for her. She still believed in him. He couldn't let her down.

"And once you are dead, we get the joy of listening to her scream. Every last demon in Hell will have a chance to remove every bit of young Raven's innocents," producing laughter from the other demons that were on top of him.

They were pissing him off. They're not going to hurt her. He was going to butcher those fuckers. Hell would become their heaven before he'll would let them within five feet of her.

Every one of the demons laughed. The Titans and hunters didn't have a clue.

"Let me out," said the beast that every man fears, the monster inside of them. "LET ME SLAUGHTER THEM!"

"Have fun," was his response.

Both hands balled up. Three metal claws sprung from the groves between his knuckles with a Snikt. Each claw were as long as his forearm. An inhuman growl erupts from my throat as Jake's world turned completely blood red.

A surge of strength ran through his body. The demons that dog piled Jake went flying. All eyes turned on him and his clenched fists with the claws fully out. Surveying the room, and unleashing a horrible scream that even freezes the blood in the demons' veins.

Rushing forward, his claws slaughtered everything in its path. He didn't just kill. He butchered the demons like cattle. Felling no pain, no pleasure, only rage and hatred fueled him.

What would've taken several hours and an army of hunters, he killed every last demon in less then half an hour being soaked in their blood. Only the hunters and the Titans remained. The Titans were wide eyed, and the hunters ready to fight him.

His eyes resting on them as they brought they're weapons up.

"NO, YOU WILL NOT HURT THEM!"

Fighting to return the claws back into his arms, he dropped to his knees clutching his head. Slowly winning against the beast, however he needed time. Detecting something moving towards him might be someone trying to come close to him.

Shooting his hand up, "Don't. I'm not safe! I need out NOW!"

Standing up, he stumbled his way out of the door down the pier before collapsing.

The memories of his past are threatening to knock down the barriers. The horrors he committed because of the mistake he made for taking those damn enhancements.

From file of Jake Spiegel.

Three years ago a new enhancement program was developed to replace the Demon Knights. The council approved. Now they were looking for volunteers. Mr. Spiegel made a name for himself by saving the President.

Sitting in an exam room, waiting for the doctor. Five minutes passed when the doctor entered.

"Ah, thank you for volunteering Mr.," he looked at the readout on his clipboard, "Spiegel, is it? Do you have any enhancements in mind?"

"Do you know Wolverine, the comic book character, from the X-men?"

A moment of thought. He nodded.

"Yes, my son loves the comics, all though his favorite is, um, what his name, oh yes, Scott Summers I believe. Didn't they make a movie on it?"

"Yes," replied Jake, "and I was wondering if the healing factor and claws were possible to take as enhancements?"

"The claws wouldn't be a problem. Though, it may take a few months to come up with a healing factor, since it would be needed to be place into your DNA directly, rather then just sticking a needle in you like penicillin," writing a couple of notes down, "How good of a healing factor would you want?"

"There is more then one healing factor?"

"Well, you could just be able to heal minor wounds quickly, but leave major wounds to surgery. You could have major wounds treated as minor wounds. We might even make it possible to make it able for you to become immune to poisons and regenerate limbs."

"Go for the high end stuff doc, might as well get everything out of it as I can."

Smiling at Jake's enthusiasm or stupidity, he wrote a couple more notes.

"Alright then Mr. Spiegel, we will get right to work

Three months passed and Jake's body hurt like and nothing to dull the pain. That's for getting a healing factor.

Entering Jake's room , "Alright Mr. Spiegel, we need to commence the operation to place the claws you requested into your forearms, or else your new healing factor won't allow us to operation properly."

The nurse pushed the gurney Jake laid on out of the room and towards surgery.

"Had anyone else gone through there procedures?" Jake asked.

Smiling, "About ten other hunters, and they're all doing fine, better then expected actually."

The rest of the trip was silent. Pushing Jake into the surgery room, she placed the gurney in the middle of the room leaving so the surgery team can get to work.

Leaning into Jake's field of vision, "We cant use any drugs because of the healing factor you now posses," commented the doctor, "so you will feel everything during the surgery. Can we do anything to make you more comfortable?"

"Loud music," said Jake.

"Pardon?"

"Heavy Metal music, it will keep my mind occupied and hopefully, off the surgery."

He got the idea, and called for a nurse to get a small CD player and a stack of CDs.

"Name the CD," asked the nurse.

"St. Anger' by Metallica," he said.

Leaving, she returned with the CD player and CD. Placing the headphones on Jake's ears, she pressed play.

"I can't remember anything

Can't tell if this is true or dream

Deep down inside I feel to scream

This terrible silence stops me" filled his ears.

"Nurse, wrong CD."

Playing another CD.

"So tears me open, but beware

There's things inside without a care

So wash me until I'm clean"

"Nurse, still the wrong CD."

Studying the CDs, "It seems the redhead messed with the CD," placing the third CD in.

Pounding of those drums, Lars was his man.

"If I could have my wasted days back
Would I use them to get back on track?
Stop to warm at karmas burning
Or look ahead, but keep on turning?"

Giving a thumbs up, " You live it or lie it!" he laid his hands flat for them to operate, "My lifestyle determines my deathstyle."

"Saint Anger 'round my neck
Saint Anger 'round my neck
He never gets respect"
blasted into his ears.

"Saint Anger 'round my neck

You flush it out, you flush it out
Saint Anger 'round my neck"

They worked both hands at the same time.

"You flush it out, you flush it out
He never gets respect
You flush it out, you flush it out
Saint Anger 'round my neck
You flush it out, you flush it out
He never gets respect"

It was a bit of a shock for Jake to feel the scalpels slicing his flesh.

"F*** it all and f***in' regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free"

"F*** it all and f***in' no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I tie a noose to hang myself
Saint Anger 'round my neck"

Focusing on the ceiling, he listened to, "I feel my world shake

Like an Earth Quake
It's hard to see clear
Is it me? Is it fear?"

"I'm madly in anger with you!
I'm madly in anger with you!
I'm madly in anger with you!
I'm madly in anger with you!"

"Saint Anger 'round my neck
Saint Anger 'round my neck
He never gets respect
Saint Anger 'round my neck"

Lost the track of time even though his hands and forearms were killing him.

"You flush it out, you flush it out
Saint Anger 'round my neck
You flush it out, you flush it out
He never gets respect"

"You flush it out, you flush it out
Saint Anger 'round my neck
You flush it out, you flush it out
He never gets respect
"

"F*** it all and f***in' no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free
"

He couldn't believe he signed up for this kind of pain even though more was on its way.

"F*** it all and f***in' no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
Medallion noose, I hang myself
Saint Anger 'round my neck
"

He fought against the pain with as much will power he had.

"I feel my world shake
Like an Earth Quake
It's hard to see clear
Is it me? Is it fear?"

"I'm madly in anger with you!
I'm madly in anger with you!
I'm madly in anger with you!
I'm madly in anger with you!"

After what felt like years, he blacked out.

Six months to recovery, actually he healed after a day. He spent the rest of the time training with his newly acquired claws. He felt stronger by using them still he carried at least one handgun with him. Returning to active duty as an enhanced solider he was on his way to his first solo mission or more like field testing.

Going to a city called Batur in the South Pacific that had no super heroes or meta humans or anything like that. Most of the major cities were on islands, which was quite interesting sight from a far.

Should note. Jake believes in the multiverse view of the world. A white lie to keep recruits from going insane. What is considered multiverse really are different eras that are forgotten. Jake thought he was in a different realty in truth he was still in the same realty just in different area of the Earth in other words X-men did exist or more like a section of the universe being reported on and the reporters are making good money on it. Think time travel. This is why lies are important like there's proof God exist? Intellectual morons need a reason to exist just to be laughed at for their intellectual dishonesty.

He tracked down the demons trying to establish a spearhead. Confronting them, that's where things got blurry for Jake.

The demon leader called his mother a waste of pig fat or something along those lines. Why does one have to insult another's family even if it's true. Anyways it pissed Jake off.

Must've been the first time Jake's world became red. His claws came out and killed the demons in front of him. However the beast needed more, wanted to kill more. He couldn't stop. It was like his body was listening to someone else.

Another note, when one gets enhancements based on someone known to have anger management problems, one would figure that there might be a side effect or chances of gaining problems with controlling one's anger.

Walking outside, and attacking everything in sight, thirty people died before the police finally showed up with orders to kill on sight. They opened fired. The bullets enter, however his healing factor would push them right back out. Using his one gun with inhuman speed killed the police officers. Actually by Demon Knights standards, he moved like a pregnant yak.

It had been two hours, and half of the city population had died by his hand. An entire squad of the best hunters were sent to stop him at all costs. Hey, Wheeler nice call not sending the Breed brothers. No wonder Victoria got the call to clean up this mess. Of course, they were no match for him after a half an hour of fighting.

Ten hours of killing, he entered the house where the last three people in the city hid. The woman tried to run away. He leaped in front of her tearing out her stomach with his claws. Surprised he didn't eat it.

A small child cried. He slashed the child's chest. The child coughed up blood that had entered his lungs. The child died in two minutes.

"YOU CAME HERE TO HELP US, WHY DID YOU KILL ALL OF THEM?"

Lifting the gun in his hand, shot him. Strange, Jake still had the mind state to reload He dropped to the ground, another lifeless body.

Stepping back outside, he saw no demons, only innocents blood on the ground. Regaining his senses when the rage had enough blood. Staring at his handy work realizing what he had done, he dropped his knees.

"God, what have I become," not, "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," think that's enough O's. At that point, he blacked out.

He slaughtered three million people within in twelve hours by his own hands. The organization tried to kill him, several times in fact. Each time he wished for death to burn in hell with the rest of the hell spawn. His healing factor kept him alive no matter what was used. Lethal injection, electrocution, drowning, hanging, nothing killed him.

He lived like an exile, an exiled enhanced recruit. Others executed for his crimes. They weren't nice people anyways.

Spending a year and a half of training to control his rage. In Paris, the organization accepted him before the Demon Knights got him. The other test subjects went rogue. Miss Price sent her best and they got the job done. Jake survived by dumb luck.

Taking a test to see how much aggravation he could go through before his rage was unleashed again. Understand. Yes, Rath and Jess weren't part of that test. No matter what they tried minus Rath and Jess, he contained it not letting it control him. He found a way to turn off the healing factor however it would reactivate in his sleep. He swore never use his claws. Yes, he's naive not Superman naïve.

End of this Report of the council's screw up

Breaking his promise, he used his rage. If he hadn't trained himself like he did, he might've killed everything within Jump City like he did in Batur.

Standing up, he had to face the music. He couldn't judge how the hunters would act. He did know the Titans would be scared of him because of what I could do. He was still going to fight for Terra, Jinx, and Raven. After this was said and done, every last demon dead, he would leave. His rage a bigger problem now that he willingly unleashed it. More bloodshed to come. A fight on his hands, and he couldn't back down.

Staring at the remains of her arresting officers, she placed the phone receiver against her ear.

"Spartan, this Miss Price. Need your team to keep the Justice League busy. Voodoo will gave the order to stand down," returning the receiver to its proper place.

That was call needed to send the C.A.T.s on the prowl while Miss Price exited her office to change some thinking.